Butterfly Kanae stood on high alert, her sharp eyes locked onto the figure in front of her—Tong Mo. Her grip on the Nichirin blade tightened, the handle damp from sweat. Facing a demon of this caliber, especially an Upper Rank Two, required absolute focus. A single mistake could cost her life.
Across from her, Tong Mo twirled his delicate fan with a serene smile on his face. "To think I'd encounter a Hashira here," he said, voice almost melodic. "Truly, what a twist of fate."
He looked like a handsome, unassuming young man to those unfamiliar with him—perhaps even charming. But Kanae knew better. She saw past the mask and into the monster lurking behind the smile.
This man—no, this thing—was no longer human. He was a demon, and not just any demon. He was an Upper Moon Two, one of Muzan's most powerful subordinates.
"You killed the members of the Demon Slayer Corps who were stationed here, didn't you?" Kanae demanded, her voice cold and sharp like the edge of her blade.
Tong Mo shrugged casually. "Indeed. But compared to young women, men just don't make for the best nourishment."
His eyes twinkled as he licked his lips. "But you… A Hashira! The Flower Hashira, no less. You'll be absolutely delicious. Come, let me deliver you… to salvation."
He opened his arms wide, as if preparing to embrace her, his face filled with a twisted sense of anticipation.
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Turtle Hermit: "Huh? That kid looks innocent, but he's clearly hiding something nasty. Just look at his creepy expression!"
Turtle Hermit: "But wait—what did he say? Something about men being less nutritious than women? What is that supposed to mean? Is he… one of those kinds of guys?"
Goku: "Grandpa Turtle Hermit, what are you talking about? You sound like you know this guy well."
Krillin: "It's the way he talks, Goku. Turtle Hermit is picking up on something… familiar. He sees a kindred spirit."
Goku: "What does that mean? I'm so confused!"
Krillin: "You're married and have kids, Goku. How do you still not get these things?"
Android 18: "@Krillin You sure know a lot about this kind of stuff."
Krillin: "No, no! It's just that… compared to Goku, I'm more worldly. That's all! Honestly, I don't know how someone with two kids can be this clueless…"
Piccolo: "So, this demon is the main threat to our client this time? Sounds like we've got a real challenge ahead."
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Jack: "Let me clarify something. This guy isn't like the Turtle Hermit. He doesn't just talk creepy—he's a full-on predator."
Turtle Hermit: "Predator?! Jack, what do you mean by that? Are you being literal?"
Jack: "Very literal. He wants to eat the client. Like, as in food."
Beerus: "What?! That's disgusting! You mean he's planning to eat her like a meal?"
Champa: "No way. He looks so skinny and harmless. How can he be that savage?"
Beerus: "As much as I love eating, even I draw the line somewhere. Eating people? Absolutely revolting!"
Though gods of destruction like Beerus and Champa viewed mortals as insignificant and could annihilate entire planets without remorse, eating humans was beyond even their tolerance.
Jack: "That's because he's not human anymore. He's what this world calls a 'demon.'"
Jack: "Think of demons as souls that defied death. They refuse to go to the afterlife and instead roam the mortal world, causing chaos."
Jack: "And eating humans? That's their thing. Especially this guy—he has a preference for women. He sees them as more nutritious."
Beerus: "So he's already dead, refused to report to the underworld, and now he's out here eating women? As a God of Destruction, I can't let this slide!"
Beerus: "I'm taking this mission. I'll show him what happens when you break the cosmic rules!"
Champa: "Hold on, Beerus! Why do you get the mission? I'm a God of Destruction too—I should get a shot!"
Krillin: "I think I should get the mission. Did you hear what that guy said about men being less nutritious than women? That's just wrong!"
Krillin: "It's time we men stand up and show that we're not to be underestimated!"
Piccolo: "If that's your reason, then I have every right to take the mission too. Let's show him the power of the male spirit!"
Krillin: "Wait a minute, Piccolo. Aren't Namekians asexual?"
Piccolo: "Technically yes. But that doesn't mean I don't have male attributes. That's enough reason for me to step in."
Android 18: "If we're all laying down our reasons, then let me jump in too. As a woman, I want revenge for the sisters this guy has eaten!"
Caulifla: "Well said, Sister 18. @Kale, we're joining too! This demon's going to learn what happens when you mess with women!"
Kale: "Yes, Sis! We'll take him down together!"
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Watching the debate unfold in the group chat, Jack let out a long sigh and muttered, "Good grief. This one demon managed to provoke everyone. Gods of Destruction, fighters, women and men alike—they all want a piece of him."
And honestly? He couldn't blame them.
Tong Mo, meanwhile, was completely unaware of the storm brewing in the heavens above. His focus was solely on Butterfly Kanae, who stood before him with blood trickling down her arm. Her breathing was ragged, but her determination was unshaken.
Kanae, as a Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps, was unquestionably strong. If she had been facing a Lower Moon demon, this fight would've been long over.
But this was no Lower Moon.
This was Upper Moon Two.
She had already suffered multiple injuries, while Tong Mo remained disturbingly casual. His attacks were fluid and playful, like he wasn't even trying.
The difference in power was vast—and painfully obvious.
Kanae gritted her teeth. Despite her wounds, she refused to retreat. If she let him get past her, how many more innocent people would he kill? How many more women would become his "nutrients"?
But the reality was cruel. Even a pillar-level fighter like her was no match for Tong Mo alone.
Jack, watching the data stream from the battlefield, frowned.
Jack: "She's not going to last much longer. If this keeps up…"
He opened the group chat again.
Jack: "Alright, team. This isn't a training mission anymore. I'm assigning this guy as a high-priority threat. All available members—Gods of Destruction, Z-Fighters, Multiverse Patrol—prepare for deployment. Our client's life is at serious risk."
Beerus: "Finally! About time you gave the green light."
Champa: "This is going to be fun. I'll flatten him like a pancake."
Android 18: "I'm not holding back either."
Goku: "Wow! So everyone's going in now?"
Jack: "Yes. This guy doesn't know it yet, but he just became enemy number one for a very diverse group of warriors."
Back on the battlefield, Kanae's blade clashed once again with Tong Mo's fans. Her arm trembled under the force.
Tong Mo let out a sigh. "It's a shame, really. You're so elegant. I hate to ruin something so beautiful… but you are food, after all."
Suddenly, a ripple tore through the space beside them.
Beerus stepped through.
So did Champa. Then Krillin. Android 18. Caulifla. Kale. Even Piccolo. And behind them all… Jack.
Tong Mo blinked in surprise. "Oh? Who are all of you?"
Jack stepped forward. "We're your last meal ticket. And guess what?"
He smiled.
"You're off the menu."
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